Silent Witch-I Heard There Was A Prophecy That I’d Die At Eight 1

"This child will die at the age of eight," a renowned prophet had supposedly foretold shortly after Thenesis was born.

"No! I can't believe she'll die at eight! Is there any way to save her?" Theresa, her mother, asked the prophet in near hysteria, but the prophet simply shook her head.

"There's no way to save her?" Ressel, her father, asked with a desperate look. The prophet nodded.

"Siss, are you going to die?" Lody, her three-year-older brother, asked in a child's lisp, and the prophet lowered her gaze and nodded.

From then on, the Ducal House of Biaz maintained a facade of familial harmony, but internally it was on the verge of collapse.

Theresa, the mother, did nothing but lament and grieve, neglecting nearly all her duties as duchess. She barely managed to attend royal tea parties and balls, leaving all domestic affairs within the household to the steward, butler, and head maid.

Ressel, the Duke, had grown tired of his wife's endless mourning. He devoted himself entirely to his duties as head of the ducal house. As for his daughter, who was fated to die at eight, he treated her as an unnecessary burden, ignoring her completely. His sole focus was on his heir, his son, whom he groomed relentlessly, leaving all household matters to the steward, butler, and head maid.

The Duke's world consisted only of his ducal responsibilities and his son.

Lody, the eldest son, endured his father's harsh training to prepare him for succession. His mother, meanwhile, did nothing but grieve over her younger daughter's tragic future. Resentful that neither parent paid him any attention, Lody sulked. Though his tutors and the servants praised him, it was never genuine affection.

Despite this dysfunctional family dynamic, the Ducal House of Biaz put on a facade of familial harmony whenever they ventured out or entertained guests, though the duchess spent most of her time confined to bed.

And Thenesis, the daughter whose existence ultimately shattered the Ducal House of Biaz, well…

Naturally, Thenesis was ignored by her family and avoided by the servants. After all, the steward, butler, and head maid all saw her, not through any fault of her own, as the reason the Ducal House of Biaz was on the verge of collapse.

They understood intellectually that Thenesis is not to blame.

Yet they couldn't shake the feeling that if she hadn't been born, none of this would have happened.

This cold treatment from the steward, butler, and head maid naturally trickled down to the lower servants. While they didn't mistreat Thenesis outright, they treated her with an aloofness, as if handling a delicate sore. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Such was the life of three-year-old Thenesis.

After overhearing conversations between the apprentice maid, attendant, and teenage guard, she vaguely understood that her family disliked her.

From the very fact that only apprentice servants were assigned to the ducal daughter, it was clear she was being treated shabbily by both family and servants. Being only three, Thenesis didn't fully understand these dynamics, but she sensed the truth nonetheless.

She vaguely understood that this was because of a cryptic prophecy foretelling her death.

But what was a three-year-old supposed to do about it?

The young girl, no… the little girl, with golden hair that shimmered in the sunlight and bright green eyes like fresh spring leaves, had struggled to understand the stories told by her apprentice servants as best a three-year-old could. As a result, she came to this conclusion:

"So until I'm eight, I won't die no matter what I do!"

Well, being three, she actually said something more like, "Sso untill I'm ait, I won't die no mader what I doo!" And none of the three apprentice servants understood a word of it.

Little did they know that later they would bitterly regret not having understood Thenesis's words at that moment.

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